HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]

PART 1 ~ III : TRAVELLING

Reaper P.o.V

I could not see my teammate for at least an hour, so while waiting, I laid down on the velvet coloured, soft and long couch. The reaping woman then approached me and asked :

"Do you know why you volunteered?"

"Huh, ohh... that?"

I sighed and turned my head. I didn't want to be bothered after knowing I presumptively gave myself out to merely die later on.

"Are you ignoring me because I didn't tell you my name? I'm Itsaso, your District's representative!"

"Okay then."

I grumbled at her, I didn't intend on becoming an ally of hers since she was like everyone else, just using us and our blood for entertainment. That's what it's all about, betting as much money as possible on real people fighting in a real "championship". For the rich, this is a competition of honour, pride and exaltedness but for the poor it's just straight up disgusting. I just needed to pretend contemporarily.

"To answer your query, I volunteered so nobody would need to get hurt, I have nothing to lose since my own parents despite even the slightest look at me."

"So you don't have any memories about them?"

"No, not even a picture."

"That's unfortunate."

"Guess so."

I was so infuriated by the tone of her "tHat'S uNfOrTuNaTe" that I could've just killed her now. I decided to end the conversation by turning my head the other way, ignoring her and watching the districts in the distance. I could see only one big accumulation of light that seemed so far away, maybe it was District 6, 8? I never really had a specific interest in geography, wielding an axe is way better. From afar, I heard our representative say that we'd arrive in about twelve hours, near the middle of the day, good for me.

"Hey, have you seen your partner?"

She got way too close for comfort, I barked out to her.

"First of all, no I don't know where he is. Second of all, fuck off ugly hag."

Itsaso gasped before running off in tears, the fact that I caused her pain made me feel quite good, maybe I should do that more often. All members from the Capitol deserve to go through the slowest and most painful extermination procedures.

Ink P.o.V

I don't know how much time had passed since I had boarded this hellhole but it seems like an eternity. I even had the time to count every individual particle on the white ceiling. The more I think about him, the more I remember painful memories and believe that he'll most probably be one of my last abstractions when I get brutally butchered by someone else.

I peered at the basket that my supporters (mainly Pastel) had given to me, from the bed, it appeared like it only contained a few food elements and nothing more. I decided to stretch to get it with my feet. It collapsed onto my body, that's when I saw all of its components. It was divided into three transparent bags, the yellow one with a tag that said "Mom and Dad", the baby blue one with "Pastel" labeled onto it and a magenta pouch with "Others" written onto some white talc-ish coloured paper.

I decided to open the bag from my parents first. Inside of it was a few bags of freshly baked cookies, the smell of them made me feel a great nostalgia as I teared up. Within the baked goods were pictures of the whole family, including my best friend and Cuddles so I held them close to my chest. In the second satchel (from my bud), was a thick, pastel yellow cover, it